Growl

[Holby]

A Warlord creeps through the grass.

He sees his prey, and prepares to pounce...

Suddenly, he stops.

"Oh no, it's a tractor. Thousands of them."

He slinks out of sight.

[Kilkenne]

Warlord two pilots his tractor through the field with ease born of certainty. He had mowed this grass before.

"I declare myself Lord of this Field of Grass!"

The drone of the engine drowns out all words, making the speaker look utterly ridiculous talking to himself.

Warlord two hopes they cleaned the litter box back at home.

Tractors.

[windhound]

Warlord C maneuvered his tractor carefully around a shrubbery.

[Genevieve]

Warlord four was meanwhile cutting through the neighbour's back paddock on his recently pimped out fire engine red John Deere. His day had been long, and the afternoon sun was beating down. He was looking forward to getting back to the shelter of the barn to protect the metallic paint job. Suddenly, a blip appeared on his heat seeking radar. Sacrificing last year's vacation savings would certainly be worth it now, he thought to himself as he prepared the post-manufacture added laser for aim. But then, he saw her, the blip was in fact an attractive female pawing a ball of yarn in the long grass.

She looked up, slowly walked over to him and said, "Oh my, what a large tractor you have."

[The Lady Shael]

A female warlord woke up from her nap and looked out the window. "That's a nice tractor," she thought.

It had been a while since she owned a good tractor. Not since the hairball incident.

[Holby]

A Warlord had retreated far into a shrubbery, only to barely escape the blades of an eratically driven tractor.

He decided shrubberies were not the best place for a Warlord to stretch their claws and take a quiet *cough*nap, and sought shelter up a tree instead.

"Oh rats," he thought. "Now I'm stuck up here. If only I had a modified tractor to rescue me"

He could still see the tractors far off in the distance. They were being powered by multiple horses.

[Kilkenne]

Warlord number two was having the time of his life. The grass was being mowed before him like blades of grass.

"YEE-H-wha?" He stammered.

A massive bang sounded from beneath his Cub Cadet JC431. He had hit a rock!

Were his blades bent? Warlord two wasn't one to panic, but the idea that the whirling grass death machine beneath his rig could be out chilled him to the bone.

He hit the kill switch after having safely engaged the parking break and raised the cutting deck.

[Genevieve]

"Not as impressive as the other one in my barn", Warlord four stuttered nervously.

"Well maybe I could come for a ride on your tractor and have a look?", the female confidently proposed.

"Super duper", he said.

Holby,
modding for a very good reason

[Twilight Shadow]

A forager was eating some snarecakes out in the garden when suddenly.
"No it can't be that time of the year."
He stands up a see the tractors.
*Thinking to myself...I hope they see my sign "NO TRESPASSING" but I doubt it.
Also wondering if they are going to hit the large rock in the grass.
*Sits back down and eats some snarecakes


(FYI I am not exactly sure what to say since I have never roleplayed before)

[Firetooth]

"Not as impressive as the other one in my barn", Warlord four stuttered nervously.

"Well maybe I could come for a ride on your tractor and have a look?", the female confidently proposed.

"Super duper", he said.

Holby,
modding for a very good reason

... :D

(yes, that's really all I'm going to contribute. Pitiful, really)

[Pac-man]

A rat trudged along the road, shrugging his knapsack back up on his shoulder every few minutes. He had been contracted to cut all the grass in this field. Never letting his eyes leave the field, he pulled out a chainsaw and fired it up.

Whew. It was going to be a long day.

With a swipe of the machine, a clump of grass fell and the rat felt a strange adreniline rush... like the first time he killed somebody. Yea, the rat certainly wasn't normal.

Suddenly, a sound in the distance caught his attention and he saw a tractor. Its driver was stopped, looking underneath it. Trying to steal his business, eh?

Screaming at the top of his lungs, he charged across the field at his competitor. The chainsaw vibrated angrily as he approached and the rat licked his lips in anticipation.

Well, I warned you that he wasn't normal...

[Shadow]

Warlord 2 got off his tractor to inspect the damage. While he was trying to ascertain what the rock had done, B warlord snuck up and stuffed a handful of mud and grass clippings into the recently-modified exhaust.